It’s official. Zuzu is legit. (In the eyes of Christianity, anyhow, and not in the whole She Doesn’t Look Like Anyone Except For Maybe P.J.’s Best Friend Neil A Tad When The Light Makes Her Hair Slightly Reddish- But I Swear She’s A Schoeny, Have You Seen Her Mouth kinda way.) P.J.’s awfully excited. We had a small baptism yesterday for our secondborn buttercup…and I’m not kidding you, she was an incredibly good baby. Which is no surprise. But it’s {Read More}
Weekends Aren’t For The Weak.
March 12, 2012 By Leave a Comment
Close-up of ugly door.Close-up of blogger’s old promo pic. P.J. loves it when I start a new weekend project. No really, he just adores it. What’s not to love? Go on, honey (he says), why on earth would I prefer to sit here and pound through episodes of Firefly? It would be much nicer (he agrees) to help you prep, clean, facilitate, and be the sounding board for all of your ideas and/or misplaced anger. And even though my preferred color {Read More}
No Room For R. Kelly In THESE Closets.
February 6, 2012 By 2 Comments
You’ll put this away over my dead, fiberglassed body. For all that I whine about my home, the place has a ridiculous amount of storage, closets, and crawlspaces. Ceiling fans that wouldn’t decapitate someone six feet tall or over- no. Rooms with miniature doors- yes. But every now and again, those spaces become crazypants crammed. So yesterday’s Big Dig was tackling Susannah’s closet, Nora’s closet, and the gigantic crawlspace off of Nora’s room. I hear that some other tackling went {Read More}
Sigh.
February 8, 2010 By 4 Comments
Sundays are fabulous. Sunday mornings at my house are a study in perfection. Seriously. A glimpse, if you will: 7:45am: Nora rolls to her side and pokes me in the face until I wake up. (Yes, DCFS, she still sleeps with us in the mornings. Please do not remove her from our home- she has tons of things here.) When I do wake up, she gives me an appreciative grin that makes me wonder why I didn’t wake up hours {Read More}
